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Chen Qing chuckled, "Okay! Let's be serious, I miss me most of the time, what about the small part of the time?"

"I also miss my husband a small part of the time!"

"Bullshit!"

Chen Qing kissed her forehead and asked with a smile, "Didn't you read the book and practice calligraphy?"

Yao Mei nodded, pouted and said, "Auntie is too strict, people are a little afraid of her."

"You'd better go talk to Second Sister. She is Agu's closed disciple. That's strict. She was so sleepy at night that she practiced calligraphy while crying, but she didn't dare to sleep."

"It's not that strict with me. They even let me go to bed early, but when they find that I have not improved in writing, they will criticize me severely until they scold me to tears. I think I am her closed disciple."

Chen Qing said with a smile: "Disciple is just a title, it doesn't really matter. If Qiaoyun is her closed disciple, then what is it if she accepts hundreds of students later? As long as you recognize her as a teacher, then You are her disciple."

At this time, Chen Qing's stomach was rumbling, and Yao Mei exclaimed, "Ah! I forgot to prepare dinner for my husband."

She was about to get up, but Chen Qing didn't let her go, he got addicted to her hands enough, and then let her get up, Yao Mei gave her husband a white look, then put on her clothes, and went to prepare dinner.

Chen Qing also put on clean and fluffy underwear, and lay lazily on the bed halfway. He was a little amused in his heart. When the wives and concubines were alone with him, they would call him husband. What a woman thinks!Quite interesting.

Next time, should I bring Yu Lian with me? She and Yao Mei have a fight on the bed, and the two of them serve him together, enjoying the happiness of being equal to each other.

……

At noon the next day, the fleet arrived in Puyang, and Puyang's pigeon letter station sent two red letter boxes to Chen Qing, expressing very important news.

In the living room, Chen Qing opened two letter boxes, and took out two thin white silks, which were filled with small characters. Chen Qing smiled at Yao Mei: "Copy it on the paper for me!"

This is not the first time Yao Mei has done this kind of thing, she spread out a pen and paper, and copied it carefully.

Chen Qing saw that her small script was beautifully written, and secretly praised her. It's been more than a month since she saw her, and her writing has improved a lot, and she has a beautiful feeling.

This little girl is indeed very smart. When she first met her, she was illiterate. In a year and a half, she could not only read books and newspapers, but also write poems and lyrics. Her calligraphy is also very good, just like others have practiced for several years. It is spirituality. Yao Mei does have a kind of spirituality. No wonder I was attracted by her the first time I saw her.

"It's done!"

Yao Mei put down her pen and carefully dried the ink. Chen Qing then took the letter from the pigeon and read it carefully. It turned out that it was written by Hu Yun. The imperial court asked to negotiate with her.

What are these bastards thinking?He has won most of the country. As long as he wants to, Fujian Road and Lingnan Road can be easily obtained. In the end, they only have Jiangnan East Road and Liangzhe Road, which are a little bigger than the palm of their hand. He doesn't know Does everything depend on strength?

So what if I gave them a promise, these nerds really thought they would keep their promise?

Just as Chen Qing was about to put down the copy, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, maybe this is an opportunity!

Gradually, Chen Qing fell into deep thought, Yao Mei obediently brought a cup of tea, not daring to disturb her husband's thinking, and went to the next door to talk to Auntie.

……

After Hu Yun sent the pigeon letter, he waited for half a month, and the express letter from Bianliang finally arrived in his hands. It seemed that King Yong was just on his way, so he sent the express letter from Bianliang, of course it was not a pigeon letter. It is a handwritten letter signed by King Yong, which is the official order of King Yong.

Hu Yun read it carefully three times, and then he carefully put away the order of King Yong, so that he could continue to negotiate with the court.

The next morning, Hu Yun and his deputy Xie Shanhui came to the Zhizheng Hall. Zhang Jun personally invited them to the meeting hall. Fu went.

Zhang Jun officially took up the post of Deputy Prime Minister and Counsellor of Political Affairs, so today he negotiated with Hu Yun in the capacity of Deputy Prime Minister. In order to ensure that the interests of the imperial court are not damaged, there must be two prime ministers involved.

"Keep Zhang Xianggong waiting for a long time!" Hu Yun smiled apologetically.

"But His Royal Highness Yong replied?"

Hu Yun nodded, "Exactly, His Royal Highness King Yong was on his way back to Jingzhao from Hebei Road. He wrote a letter to me in Bianliang, giving me formal instructions. I can completely represent His Royal Highness Yong to negotiate with the court."

"What was the result?"

Zhang Jun tentatively asked: "Is there room for negotiation on the request made by the imperial court before?"

"I need to confirm first!"

Hu Yun asked: "The court's request is to be willing to be a Song official and never wear a yellow robe?"

"It is this request, can it be negotiated?"

Hu Yun nodded, "It can be negotiated, His Royal Highness King Yong has also put forward his conditions!"

Zhang Jun and Wan Qixi looked at each other, and they both leaned forward slightly at the same time, their expressions became very focused, Zhang Jun said: "Please tell us the conditions of His Royal Highness King Yong! We are willing to listen with all our ears."

Hu Yun said slowly: "His Royal Highness King Yong has only one condition, and the Song Dynasty must move its capital to Jingzhao!"

"What?" Zhang Jun and Wan Qixi were stunned at the same time.

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Zhao Gou narrowed his eyes, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Want me to move the capital to Jingzhao? Does he want to treat me as Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty? He can think of such a condition!"

Wan Qixie sighed and said: "Yes! Moving the capital to Jingzhao is equivalent to handing over Jiangnan to him, and he will also hold the 20 army in his hands. It's a good idea, and he treats others as fools gone."

Zhao Gou glanced sideways at Zhang Jun, saw that he was silent, and asked lightly, "Zhang Aiqing, what do you think?"

Zhang Jun bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the so-called asking for a lot of money and paying back the money on the ground, since he is writing to Hu Yun, there must not be only one plan. My minister's opinion is, don't rush to reject it, you can continue to talk. Let's see what their final terms are before considering whether we accept."

Zhao Gou was right when he thought about it. Chen Qing knew that he couldn't agree, but he wanted to raise this condition. Obviously, it was asking for a price, not his real condition.

"You continue to negotiate with the other party, just say that this condition is unacceptable."

Wan Qixie was taken over by Zhang Jun, feeling a little unhappy, he quickly said: "Your Majesty, can we also propose a plan, such as making concessions on the etiquette system?"

Although the concessions in the etiquette system do not involve actual benefits, and the benefits are not costly, the etiquette system also has a bottom line. For example, the emperor's etiquette system cannot be overridden. , but that was only a verbal agreement, this time I can agree in the form of an imperial edict."

Zhang Jun secretly sighed in his heart. This plan was too insincere. It was just a verbal approval replaced by an imperial edict. However, Zhang Jun also knew that both sides were testing and would not come up with a real bottom line.

"The minister obeys the order!"

The two saluted and exited the imperial study room. Zhao Gou walked to the window with his hands behind his back, thinking for a long time without saying a word. He was thinking about Chen Qing's real bottom line and his own bottom line. What can he come up with?

……

Zhang Jun and Wan Qixie sat with Hu Yun again, and Zhang Jun smiled slightly: "Special envoy Hu, relocation is a matter of shaking the foundation of the country. Even if the emperor agrees, the officials and ministers will not agree. I suggest to mention some Realistic conditions."

"This condition is actually very realistic. Compared with King Yong's abandonment, this condition is really nothing, isn't it?"

Wan Qixie coughed and said, "Once the capital is moved, it will be a foregone conclusion. If you want to change it, you can't change it, but King Yong wants to change it, but it's in the middle of the second thought. The contributions of the two parties are completely unequal."

"Wouldn't there be an agreement? There will be an agreement, and neither party can overthrow it easily!"

Wan Qixi sneered, "If the agreement is useful, what's the need for war?"

Hu Yun said coldly: "If Prime Minister Wan Qi said so, then there is no need to talk about it, and we can simply resort to war to resolve it!"

After speaking, Hu Yun got up to leave, Zhang Jun hurriedly said: "If you have something to say, don't be annoyed, special envoy Hu, calm down, please sit down! Please sit down!"

Hu Yun sat down again and said: "Since you don't want to accept moving the capital, then say it's your plan and see if Prince Yong's Mansion can accept it!"

Hu Yun specially bit the word "Yong Wang's Mansion" very hard, telling the other party that this is not something that Yong Wang can decide alone, and there are hundreds of officials under Yong Wang.

Zhang Jun pondered for a while and said, "The emperor's plan is to give the etiquette system to King Yong's East Palace."

Hu Yun laughed, "It's the first time I've heard that one fish can be cooked twice. The East Palace etiquette has been confirmed as early as when King Yong came to An. Doesn't it count as that time and needs to be confirmed again?"

"That's not what it means. The last time it was confirmed verbally, but this time it was issued an edict and officially confirmed. It's completely different."

Hu Yun shook his head and said, "I can give you a clear answer, we reject this proposal!"

Wan Qixi couldn't help but said again: "It's better for Special Envoy Hu to ask for instructions!"

"No need to ask for instructions!"

Hu Yun took out a document, put it on the table and pushed it to the two of them, "This is a power of attorney from His Royal Highness King Yong. I can negotiate with the imperial court on his behalf."

Zhang Jun looked at the power of attorney, returned it to Hu Yun, and said with a smile: "It is unrealistic to move the capital itself. I believe His Highness King Yong also understands this. He should have other alternative conditions!"

"Other conditions may be difficult for you to accept!"

"You might as well tell me!"

"It can also be in the form of monetary compensation."

Zhang Jun and Wan Qixi lifted their spirits, so we can talk about this.

"I don't know how much His Royal Highness King Yong is asking for?"

Hu Yun pointed out a finger, "200 million taels of silver, or 1000 million copper coins, every year!"

Wan Qi stood up abruptly, glared at Hu Yun and said, "It's simply too much. The imperial court's annual fiscal and tax revenue is less than 1000 million yuan!"

Zhang Jun was displeased, so he quickly smiled and said, "Don't be angry, Mr. Wan, this is just the offer made by Special Envoy Hu, right? We can talk about it again!"

Wan Qixi sat down resentfully, Zhang Jun smiled and said to Hu Yun: "We have to drink the northwest wind for 1000 million Guan, and we have to drink it every year, so let's do it! According to the amount of Xixia in those years, the annual silver is 3 taels, and the silk is 5 taels. How about it?"

Hu Yun shook his head, "Xixia has long been wiped out, and we are not Xixia. Zhang Xiangguo's price is unrealistic. Since he wants sincerity, I might as well say the bottom price. King Yong wants a million taels of silver every year."

Zhang Jun's face changed slightly, a million taels of silver?This is too cruel.

……

Negotiations broke up badly, one million taels of silver per year, not to mention that the imperial court couldn’t get it out at all, even if they could get it out, they wouldn’t be able to give it to them. Their annual tax revenue is only 800 million guan, and they gave more than half of it to the Yong Palace. They drank the northwest wind. ?

Hu Yun was not in a hurry at all, the negotiation was requested by the other party, and that was their business. Of course, what His Royal Highness King Yong really wanted, Hu Yun hadn't presented yet, so the negotiation had to be done step by step.

When it was almost noon, Hu Yun got into the carriage and came to Changfeng Teahouse, and sat down at his old seat. Wang Mu had already come first, and he was sitting opposite him to read today's "Beijing News".

Hu Yun ordered a lunch, glanced at Wang Mu and said with a smile, "This is a newspaper you edited and edited by yourself, and you are still so interested in reading it?"

"It feels different!"

Wang Mu put down the newspaper and said with a faint smile, "Now I read the newspaper as a reader, which is completely different from reviewing manuscripts."

"And then? Do you feel that some articles are inappropriate?"

"That's not true. I don't feel right. It doesn't mean that others feel wrong. Just like you like salty dishes, I like sweeter dishes. The taste is different, so as long as I don't make mistakes in principle, I can pass the review. "

"My own child! How can there be anything bad."

At this time, the clerk brought the food. The two of them were in the AA system. They each ordered their own food and paid their own money. Hu Yun poured himself a glass of wine and asked, "Is there any important news in the newspaper?"

"There is no important news, but there is one news that you may be interested in."

"what news?"

"Let's talk after dinner, don't affect your appetite."

The two ate in silence, the waiter took away the dishes, and Cha Ji served them freshly made tea. Neither of them liked ordering tea very much, mainly because it took too much time and affected their conversation.

Hu Yun took a sip of hot tea and asked with a smile, "Guanzi is almost sold, let's talk! What's the news?"

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Wang Mu opened the fourth page, pointed to the anecdote column below and said, "The bottom piece of news, you can read it for yourself!"

Hu Yun took the newspaper and read it carefully, only to see that the bottom line said, "The court officials have no money to pay the rent, and the whole family was driven to the street!" '

Hu Yun was indeed interested, and quickly asked: "Who is it? It wasn't written in the newspaper."

Wang Mu said indifferently: "I crossed out the name to save face for this person. It is Hu Qingfeng, the priest of Taichang Temple, and also belongs to your old Hu's family."

Hu Yun nodded, "I've heard of this person. He was in the top ten of Jinshi three years ago. How could he be so miserable?"

"Why it's so miserable, I don't know."

"When did it happen?" Hu Yun asked again.

"What happened the day before yesterday, Lao Hu, have you never considered winning over the hearts and minds of low-level officials? Their salaries are very low, and they can live well if they have money in their families. It is miserable if they are born in poverty, and the rent in Lin'an is so expensive."

"What I have considered is that the Battle of Hebei broke out and I cannot report to His Royal Highness King Yong. I plan to talk about it when I return to Jingzhao to report on my duties in autumn."

Wang Mu smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I think that as long as some things are in line with His Royal Highness Yong's principles, then you can do them freely."

Hu Yun smiled wryly, "I'm just asking about the principles!"

Wang Mu pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Did I tell you that when I went to Yangzhou to buy paper, I met His Royal Highness King Yong?"

Hu Yun glanced at him and said, "You mentioned this matter, but you didn't say what you were talking about specifically!"

"Actually, I just reported the situation of the newspaper to His Royal Highness King Yong. One thing was mentioned in it, that is, the handling of 30 copper coins. He asked us to use this money to help the orphans, the sick and the young, and buy people's hearts. I was thinking, those who are down and out Officials should also be included in this list.”

Hu Yun nodded, "Since His Highness told you this, I know what to do."

……

In the afternoon, Hu Yun brought a few men down to an alley in the southeast of the city. This area is a poor settlement in Lin'an, and the environment is not very good. The alley in front of him is called Wudafu Lane. Garbage is everywhere, feces and urine are flowing, and the smell is pungent, making people have to cover their noses.

"Is it here?" Hu Yun asked with a frown.

The subordinate nodded, "It's here, the one at the end!"